Hiraeth: (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.
A/n: yup, you guessed it! ANOTHER CEO Luke bc hey I am an addict :3 I don’t know how to file this really, but ex husband!is not a legit AU so I decided to fix that lol
Word count: 3k
Plot: You meet your ex!husband at your son’s school play (although you’re still not officially divorced)
You adjusted the sides of your dress as you
stepped out of your car, picking up your purse before locking the vehicle.
Walking into the vast auditorium, you made sure to put your phone on silent so
as not to cause any disturbance.
With your head bowed down, you nearly missed
the high-pitched voice calling for you.
Your head shot up at the
familiarity of the voice just in time to catch the small child running your
way. With a wide smile, you picked up the little girl, balancing her on your
hip as your hand reached to fix her ruffled skirt.
“Hi baby! Did you come to
see your brother?” You cooed at her, to which she responded with a head nod,
“Where’s your daddy though?” You mumbled more to yourself, searching for him in
“Amiria, don’t run off like that baby,”
Calum came rushing to your side in a minute. Clearly, keeping his three year
old in one place while he searched for their seats was more of a hassle than he
what deemed it to be.
His face instantly relaxed upon seeing that Amiria was in
Your arms, reaching out to give you a hug as best as he could with the little
girl taped to your side.
“How are you doing, love?” He smiled once you parted,
Amiria taking the change of your proximity to latch onto her father, his arms
securely holding her body as she did so.
“I’m alright, and really excited to
see my little man,” You said, feeling more than eager as the day you had been
waiting for finally came to be.
Jace, your four year old son, had been
preparing for the school play for the past month. He had refused time after
time to practice in front of you, telling you that he wanted you to see him do
it for the first time on stage. Surely, your motherly instincts were kicking
in, filling you with pride and joy to see your little baby perform.
Calum’s head whipped around as he heard his
wife calling for him, “Well, me and my little bug need to go take our seats.
We’ll meet at the end, yeah?” He asked, and with your nod of approval he turned
around to get installed in his seat.
You lifted your own invitation to read the
number, trying to find your own seat in the auditorium. 1298. Seeing as
you were nearing the number, your eyes looked up only to find him
sitting very very close. Checking your number once more, you stepped a
little closer upon realizing that you were seated right next to him.
Luke’s eyes darted up at your sudden
closeness; his expression turning into a dazed one –much similar to yours- once
his eyes met yours. His mouth hung open as he failed to let out any words,
making you address him first.
“Hey,” You mumbled, “I –uh- didn’t think they’d
seat us together.” You let out your thoughts, your hands fiddling with your
purse as you awkwardly stood in front of him. Sensing your discomfort, Luke was
quick to offer; “I can ask for a seat change, if- if you’d like.” He carefully
stated, but you shook your head at him, taking a seat as you smiled at him.
we can watch it together.”
Luke’s eyes lingered on you whilst yours
were glued on the stage. He couldn’t force himself to look away from you; your
hair was fixed just as he liked it, the dress you were wearing reminding him of
the last time you wore it. And you looked just as stunning as you did before. He
knew that his eyes would never land on anyone as beautiful as you were; he had
thought you were stunning ever since your first encounter years ago. But
motherhood suited you; it gave you this extra aura and beam, making you glow
brighter than any star.
Your history with Luke ran back to years and years,
your hips attached together ever since your college years. Never did he think
he’d find himself where he was; facing a divorce with the last person he wanted
to part from. Although technically the papers were still unsigned, the vacant
patch of skin joining your fourth finger and knuckle was a bitter reminder of
the truth he couldn’t hide from.
“Look, there he is!” You squealed, your
hand involuntarily reaching out to nudge his forearm. Jace had finally made an
appearance on stage, the young toddler dressed up in his prince attire.
heart swelled at the sight of his little man performing like as much passion as
the four year old could muster. Jace was Luke’s sunshine; his soul; his
everything. No signed deal or any successful project could ever amount to the
level of pride he felt watching his son grow through the years.
Opposed to what
everyone was concerned about -the speculations about having their next company
heir; Luke was first and foremost interested in the bundle of joy you were
bringing to life.
Undoubtedly, the birth of Jace had brought enchantment
and delight to both of your lives, along with your respective families. Sure,
it had not been planned in any way, but it was the most pleasant surprise you
had ever gotten. You had already been married for nearly two years when you had
found out about the miracle growing inside of you, and your relationship was
going as strong as ever.
Luke felt thankful for having you by his side; he knew
without doubt that no one would ever be as understanding of his job as you
were. But you had walked by his side on every step of the way, and you knew
just how hard he had been working to get to where he was.
But if one thing he loved, it was being
able to spoil his baby boy –even way before he was born. He wanted to give him
the world and love him with every bit of his soul. He could still vividly remember your
pregnancy, the words you whispered into the night still ringing in his ears.
own little baby” You whispered one late sleepless night, your husband lying
right beside you trying to get you to find some well needed sleep, despite
having to wake up early for his work.
Luke’s hand ran up and down your swollen
belly, only stopping to pepper the skin with feather-light kisses, “Our baby. I
Luke glanced sideways at you, his hand reaching
out to give you his handkerchief as he noticed your teary eyes. Your fingers
lightly touched his as you thankfully accepted it, raising it to wipe the
corners of your eyes.
“Sorry,” You sheepishly smiled at him, “I’m just- my
little boy is growing so fast.” You managed out. The sight of the small boy
singing and dancing around on stage, his lines well rehearsed as he shone on
stage, was enough to fill you up with pride to the brim.
Luke felt a pang in
his heart as more tears made their way out. As much as he knew that you were
crying out of joy and happiness, he couldn’t help the guilt he felt knowing
that the last tears he saw you shed were everything but.
Luke was aware that family meant
sacrifices, he knew that marriage meant changing I’s into we’s. But in the
midst of his adding pile of work and constant pressure, he had let himself
forget to live by them.
Neither of you could pinpoint when it had
exactly happened; all you knew was that one missed dinner became two, and one
forgotten date multiplied until it could no longer be ignored. And before you
knew it, your husband and constant companion became a fading figure in your
life, leaving for work at the early hours of the morning, returning extremely
late you almost began doubting if he even came home.
You had understood; hadn’t
you been fully understanding of his work as a major CEO and the
responsibilities that tagged along, you wouldn’t have gotten married to him. But
you needed to keep in mind that it wasn’t just you anymore; it wasn’t just you
who woke up in the morning to feel disapointed that the other half of the bed
was empty; you weren’t the only waiting for him late at night in hopes of
telling him all about your day.
You had understood when you were the only one
caught up in his working schedule, but you weren’t the only one affected
anymore. You had a child; a responsibility and life to care for; a young boy
who needed his father just as much as his mother. You knew that Luke loved his
son to bits –you’d never doubt it; but it pained you that he was missing so
many milestones along the way.
Surely, you had brought it up many times.
You weren’t one to quickly bail out and you certainly didn’t want to fight over
emotions you kept bottled in. So you made sure to tell him what was on your
mind, and he listened. Luke understood that he had a habit of getting too
caught up in his work, allowing it to consume him completely. And he tried to
patch things up; he really did try to make it all up but without avail. His short
term fixes aimed to last for the long term, but always ended up crumbling down
after a while.
He would be on his best behavior for a couple of weeks, having
his meals at home and spending more time with Jace. But the counter would fall
back to zero and he’d go back to his old habits, running around in a permanent
cycle. Soon enough, the stress from your busy life clashed with his own, and
your quiet hushed arguments turned into heavy storms you never wanted your son
to get exposed to.
Filing the papers for the divorce had been
the hardest thing you had ever done; but with every cold untouched dinner you
pried yourself to stay strong, and every time Jace would ask for his daddy as
his baby blues eyed you with the utmost innocence you willed yourself to keep
You undoubtedly loved Luke with
every fiber of your being; the idea of breaking up with him after all of the
years you spent by him side making your stomach churn, and you knew he loved
you just as much. But you felt as if you were asking for something he couldn’t
give, waiting for a sudden change of character you could no longer hope for.
that decision wasn’t one you irrationally jumped into. In fact, you had been
trying to bring it up with Luke on countless occasions. But as three months
passed by, and all of your attempts to have quiet time with him failed, you
found yourself more determined to finalize your decision and drop the dreaded
papers in his office.
Luke couldn’t believe his eyes when his
secretary handed him the papers to sign, the whole in his chest expanding and
sending him into the depths of despair. He knew that things weren’t ok; he knew
that it hadn’t been ok for a while and it was his entire fault. But he believed
that maybe –just maybe- as long as he loved you and his son with all of his
heart then you could find a way to work it all out.
He wanted to desperately
believe that you were just testing him, maybe trying to warn him and set his
mind straight. But the papers were as legitimate as they could be, your
signature already scribbled at the end right next to where his should be.
He had run out of his office in mere
seconds, driving as fast as he could to your shared house. Truthfully, he
wasn’t so surprised to see that you weren’t there. In fact, none of your
belongings were there. Once he realized that Jace’s things were packed as well,
the veracity of this divorce you were bringing up hit him like a ton of
bricks. And so he drove to the one place he knew you’d be at; your parent’s.
You had been waiting for him; of course you
were. You expected him to come barging in, screaming and asking for an
explanation. You had thought about his reaction over and over, but when the
bell rang your stomach twisted into a knot and you almost wanted to run at the
thought of facing him.
Luke had come with every intention to fight
for you and change your mind, but upon seeing you he regretted coming in the
first place. He wanted to run away from your tear-stained face, he wanted to
escape the desperation on your face and the hurt lacing your words. Only then
had he realized just how much he had messed up, just how blind he had been to
assume that everything was going to be alright.
“Just think about it, please.”
You had pleaded him, your words wounding both of your hearts. But you needed to
do the right thing by your son; you needed to do what was best. You didn’t want
to fight anymore, you didn’t want to let your buried frustration poison Luke’s
life, and you certainly didn’t want Jace to get caught up in the midst of it
With a heavy heart, Luke had agreed to at
least think about it though he wasn’t about to promise you anything. But as he
returned back to the house, he couldn’t fight the empty feeling residing
in his chest. The grand house felt cold as ever, stripped from its life without
you two in it. Luke feared that that’s what it was like for you, because he
knew for a fact that he had left long before you did.
Luke didn’t know where it all went wrong,
but he wanted to go back and fix it all to show you that belonged by his side
after all. He couldn’t believe how wrong things had gone, because just that
morning he had woken up with you sleeping peacefully by his side. And –god- he
regretted not having cherished it as much as he should’ve and he’d give
everything up just to be able to do it all over again. He should’ve waked you
up with kisses and held you for as long as he could in his embrace, just maybe
then you would’ve still been by his side.
He desperately yearned for your smell as he
cuddled your pillow at night, waking up every morning with the hope that it had
all been one nasty dream. But as Sunday finally came, and Luke slept in
unusually late, he realized that -for what could be the first Sunday on his life-
Jace didn’t barge into the master bedroom, jumping on the bed to wake his
parents up. And when the scent of your Sunday pancakes didn’t fill the house
that day, Luke found himself weeping on the cold floor with Jace’s teddy bear clutched
into his arms, his heartbroken cries filling up a house he could no longer call
“Daddy!” the little squeal brought Luke out
of his torturous thoughts, his arms immediately picking up his son and throwing
him up in the air, earning a loud giggle from the boy.
“Did you see me daddy?
Did you see me play?” Luke moved Jace to rest him on his side, the toddler
excitedly waiting for his father’s response.
“We did baby! Mummy and daddy are so so
proud of you,” You joined in, stepping closer to ruffle Jace’s curly locks.
Surely, Jace was the spitting image of his daddy with his blond hair and blue
eyes; but his nose, lips and skin tone were inherited from you. Thus, you and
Luke had been told you made cute babies on more than one occasion.
Standing there with the two of you, Luke
had finally had a taste of the feeling of being home he had been longing for in
the past three months. And maybe he was wrong to stand there and delude himself
that everything was alright; maybe it was wrong for him to pretend that the
crumbles of your broken family didn’t stain his hands red. But at the moment
all he cared about was holding onto that feeling for as long as he could.
“Come on my pretty prince, let’s get you
home.” You mumbled as your arms picked up Jace, offering Luke a smile before
you turned towards the exit. Luke strolled behind the two of you, mindful to
keep his distance but unwilling to abandon that moment just yet. And so he
walked a few steps behind you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants,
his eyes never once leaving you.
“Excuse me,” A voice interrupted him, his
face turning to the side and coming face to face with an older woman, “I just
wanted to tell you that you have a beautiful family.” the old lady beamed at
Luke’s eyes darted back to your figure upon hearing those words, a sad
smile on his face. He knew that he’d never find someone as beautiful as you
looked at that moment, with your wide smile as you danced around with Jace on
“Yeah” He mumbled, barely mastering a polite smile to the lady as his
chest felt tighter and tighter.
Luke kept walking behind the two of you,
feeling as if ever single step you took brought you further and further from
him until you became way out of his reach. But Luke knew that the picture of
your dancing giggling figures that he had managed to snap would undoubtedly
become his favorite.
picture of everything he cherished and held close to his heart.
A picture of broken promises and everything
description: you tease luke and he gets a bit rough
warning: spanking, possibly triggering name calling, general roughness
He had been gone for weeks. Somewhere in Japan, you thought. For weeks you had to put up with Skype calls and an empty bed. But tonight, he was coming home. Tonight, he was all yours. Luke, your boyfriend and CEO of a technology company, had been on a business trip for what seemed like so long you had forgotten what his touch felt like. You had been waiting around at home, knowing that his flight would come in by mid afternoon and he’d be all yours by five. As soon as you heard the door unlock, you jumped from your place on the couch and practically sprinted to the door.
“Luke!” you squealed upon seeing him. His hair was a bit mussed from sleeping on his flight and his tie on a little loose, but he still looked perfect. “Princess,” he breathed, dropping his bags and pulling you in tight. You smiled at the familiar nickname. His head laid in the crook of your neck and your head into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and his body pulled harshly against yours.